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What is love? Is it wanting to be with him every waking moment? Craving the sensation his rough hands leave behind? falling deeper in this black hole each time i look into his icey blue eyes? is it wanting to hear his voice, the warm familiar sound of comfort, his steady tone sings a smooth lyllabye? just to lay in his arms listening to his rhythmic heart beat not wanting it to ever stop. is love feeling the pain when he's not here? with me, in my arms? never calling, constantly missing the only thing that has truly ever brought joy...they say love can be the greatest feeling in the world... but, if your in love, and the one who has your heart is never here, it can hurt so badly... forced to fake a smile every picture you send, and laughing over the phone whenever he calls. it's not allowed i can't show any emotion, always on guard needing to be perfect for him, to live up to his high standards. what is love? missing his touch, his smile, his warmth, his kisses...missing the feeling of being whole when he's here?

what is love?

Something wonderful and magical, or something painful and harsh?